[ When she took a seat, Adrien walked over and settled down beside her. His expression slid back to the more sober look she was probably used to associating with him, brows furrowed as he listened attentively. ]

I got the quick speech, after a few ... what can only be called false starts. Is this how people normally end up in this place? All the dust and murderous individuals running around?

[ The people he was fighting had seemed human, not these dangerous sound eaters he had heard about when his uniform was taken and now from Clara.

At her last comment, complete with chest poke, he glanced down at her finger and then up towards her face. His lips twitched into a wry curve that may have been a dutiful smirk. ]

Trust me, I've done enough unintentional expiring that I do actively try to avoid it when and where I can.